Here

This sit requires hours

just for me to take in what I see

without even stopping to consider what I hear

A range from my climbed feet

inches beneath my pen

to the peaks beyond

brushed in white powder that

these feet may some day tread

Civilization built up between

set against the granite and the pine

I cannot walk 'cross the

hallowed geography

Mine eyes wanter in their place

surveying as less than spectator

the rise and curve,

shadow and shake

jumble as the opposing edge

in a defensive sort of way

Stoic

Oh, to witness tried landscape

from between two outstretched wings

wing carrying as mine beak

presents each view below and

finally, beyond

winding trails or dripping roofs

should I attempt- and be so centered to

I certainly wish not upon mine enemies-

to hold indefinitely the sitting picture

in a diorama,

I should choose the green of a hunter

some salt

and brittle skin left baking by the shedding Rattle

Then layer upon layer, individual

and true

The cracks and crevasses

and I think I last of all

should sculpt the weary

triad close to me

Thoughtful River

Stout Rails

Nondiscriminating Road

apart for so long

the ways of life and land

allow a meeting

and for a time they walk together

and then forge their separate trails

Author's Note

Written September '12
The photo is mine; you can find more at kapiyva.deviantart.com

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"I cannot walk 'cross the

hallowed geography

Mine eyes wanter in their place

surveying as less than spectator

the rise and curve,

shadow and shake"

[Sami Khalil]

A very nice poem...Thank you for penning...:)................

[Stevo The POE-t]

Thanks for sharing... I really enjoyed reading this...

[roses101]

I like your poem.